I saw on twitter the other day “if your job requires an appreciation week you probably aren’t getting paid enough.” It’s definitely true. It was just a nurse appreciation week. I don’t know if most nurses felt appreciated or felt any difference during that week. I’m sure they have much more pressing and crucial things to think about than a vague holiday that barely exists. It’s like the customers that always tell my cashier co-workers and me about the people who make the noise for the frontline workers at 7pm. They always tell us to thank you for what we do and they ask if we hear the ruckus at that time. I never have though because I’ve always been… at my register working. This country is very much about the talk and flimsy gestures in terms of “appreciation” instead of shit that would make us feel appreciated like livable wages. The people who keep everyone eating and alive and society as close to normal as possible are the ones who are suffering the gravest effects of this pandemic. The ones who are dying are the ones who had no choice to go to work because their job put profits first and didn’t shut down or the ones who couldn’t miss a days work because they had to make sure they had rent and food for their family.

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This blog is a very random place where I document that I was here for myself when I get old and forget everything about my youth and for my grandchildren so they can see how fabulous I was and also what life was like way back in 2020. I hope that also if you’re reading this, you enjoy it too.